The Legendary Life of an American Superhero

"what?"

　　 "You heard, I bet you don't have bullets in your gun."

　　Lake put his hands in his pockets, showing a gentlemanly demeanor, politely holding the gun to the opposite side, with a nervous expression, said Orr, who thought he was the killer if he didn't look carefully.

　　 Infinite bullet version Glock 17 style.

　　Like uses this gun, no matter how many bullets it shoots, it is very reasonable in the eyes of others, but only Lake knows that there are no bullets in this gun.

　　 At least there will be no bullets for the next six minutes.

Lake has done an experiment. Although this gun can shoot infinitely, when the first shot is fired, there are bullets in the magazine. It takes ten minutes to refill it when the twelve bullets are all out. Clipped.

　　During this period, except for Lake shooting himself, the others could not shoot bullets.

Moreover.

　　If Lake is unwilling, others can't even pull the trigger.

　　 Orr listened to Lake’s words, thinking that Lake was frightening him, and looked grim: "You think I dare not, then you go to death."

　　 The words fall.

　　 There was a click.

"what?"

　　 "Boom!"

　　Lake kicked Orr directly onto the sofa, grabbed the pistol with his right hand, and looked at a controller that fell on the ground. It was obvious that Orr used this thing to control the power switch just now.

　　 What a pity.

　　 Orr lost to stupidity after all.

　　 If Orr is really smart, then he should know that a killer, a real killer, will never throw a weapon in front of his target for no reason, unless he is fishing.

　　 Orr thought of this before, but unfortunately, Orr chose to gamble.

　　 I lost the bet.

　　 Lake looked at Orr on the floor blankly: "Guess, if I drive, are there any bullets."

　　 Orr narrowed his eyes, his mouth was full of blood, and looked up at Lake: "No, wait, wait..."

"boom!"

　　"..."

　　Lake looked at Orr who was throwing on the street blankly, and sighed. He had already given a chance before, why not?

at this time.

　　 When the law enforcement officers outside the house heard the gunshots, they directly attacked.

　　The corner of Lake's mouth is curved.

boom!

　　 in a nearby bar.

　　 "Hiss!"

"what's happenin?"

　　 Lake, who was talking to his girlfriend Maureen, rubbed his eyebrows and said, "I'm a little sleepy."

Although he had the experience of raising a gun and committing suicide for the first time, Lake thought he would be immune, but again, well, Lake felt that this kind of thing should be done less subtle in the future, and after a few more times, Lake felt that he was not far from schizophrenia. Up.

　　 talking.

　　 Lake shook his head and looked at Maureen: "Why did you come here suddenly?"

　　 Morin said, "That assassin is on the side of Jefferson Orr's house. You called it again?"

　　Lakeha smiled: "What kind of killer, I am the inspector, how can I know the killer, I, Lake Edwin, have never shared sin."

　　 "Really?"

"of course."

　　 "That's good, the police station, the FBI has already focused on housing groups. This time, the killer can't get away, but this is also a good thing."

　　 Lake frowned and said, "Why?"

　　 Morin shrugged and said: "If the killer is caught, this matter will come to an end, and the protesters will also be explained. The rest is that I hope he can withstand the interrogation."

　　Lake blinked and looked at Maureen who was watching him closely.

　　 after a while.

　　Lake looked away and sipped his glass of wine: "You are not right, Maureen Hand!"

　　 Really something is wrong.

　　Lake has always thought that his girlfriend is at best a school bully, and his family background is a bit more complicated, but a conversation with his girlfriend just before leaving the house seems to indicate something the same.

at this time.

　　 Morin returned to his senses, took out his cell phone, glanced at the caller, then glanced at Lake again, and connected the phone: "Hello."

Standing on the second floor of the study, Natasha Romanov, wearing an FBI uniform and with long red hair, looked at the brows and fell to the floor. Attorney Orr, who had just died for less than two minutes, said to the phone: "He ran away."

　　 Morin's eyes shrunk slightly, then he looked at Lake who had been in her sight since she came in.

　　 Lake smiled: "What's the matter?"

　　 Morin hummed toward the phone, and hung up the phone with a normal face: "The killer ran away."

　　Lake raised his eyebrows, then shrugged: "That's too bad."

　　 Morin said, "Yes, it's too bad."

　　 I chose it for you, you didn't cherish it.

　　 It was the wrong payment after all.

　　Lake drank the wine in his glass, was silent for a while, took a key from his pocket and handed it to Maureen.

　　 Morin frowned: "What is this?"

　　 "The key to the locker downstairs."

"what?"

　　 Lake saw Maureen taking the key, got up and walked out of the bar, waved his hand: "I have put all your things over there, I think it should be over."

　　 Morin: "..."

Yes it is.

　　 It's time to end.

　　 It's time to say let go of this relationship. Later, Lake feels that he will be more dangerous.

　　 is not a danger in the sense of life.

　　 is a danger from a certain angle.

　　Lake really doesn't like the feeling of being concealed. He admits that he has some double standards, but this is a habit and cannot be changed.

It is clear.

　　 Maureen is indeed hiding something from him, and Lake has guessed some from the speculation.

and so…

　　 It's time to end.

　　 After Lake came to this world from his previous life, there are not too many principles. UU Reading www.uukanshu. com but he still set a principle for himself.

　　 That is to work hard to make money and become a **** of gold as soon as possible, and to live a life that he likes to be casual. As for the theme of snakes and shields, he has no interest at all.

　　If Lake’s guess is true, then Maureen’s true identity will be revealed.

　　 What if it’s wrong?

　　Nalake felt that he should separate early to avoid that when he could not control his murderous intentions, and the murderous intentions together, even if Lake wanted to take the knife, he would not be able to take it.

　　 is fine.

　　 is only half a year.

　　 sad?

Absolutely not.

　　 Maureen Hand.

　　Hande?

　　Victoria Hand?

　　 In the taxi.

　　Lake couldn't help but patted his face. In other words, the reminder was already so obvious, why didn't he find it until now?

　　 Could it be that I was fascinated by beauty before?

　　 soon.

　　 When Lake left the bar, Natasha took off her uniform and put on casual clothes, walked in, sat next to Maureen, ordered a glass of wine, and said, "What's the matter?"

　　 Morin shook his head.

　　 Natasha frowned: "Did he ask?"

　　 Morin shook his head.

after awhile.

　　 Morin took off his concealed in-ear headphones, crushed them, and said, "He didn't say, and even if he did, it's okay. He can't find us."

　　 paused.

　　 Morin sighed and looked at Natasha: "But Lake seems to have noticed something."

"what's happenin?"

　　 Morin took out the locker key that Lake had just given, and laughed: "He broke up with me."

　　 Natasha: "..."